On My Own Two Feet

A sudden jolt ran right down my paper frame! The hand holding my neck slipped away, and instead of toppling, I locked my knees. Ha! Balanced! I puffed out my chest and took a bold, theatrical stomp right on the corrugated cardboard. Beneath my flat claws, the surface yielded with a satisfying crunch. Right beside me sat a sleek black plastic cone. I puffed up, leaned sideways, and gave it a triumphant nudge with my knuckles. It didn't budge, but I didn't care—I was standing tall completely under my own power!